König's Wife

the week before Halloween

You and konig were in the break room at the same time that day, no words exchanged and the air being filled with his breathing and the gentle flicking of his knife against his glove as he twirled it in his hand. the pages of your book gently fluttered when you turned the page, and the silence otherwise almost felt oppressive. you realized how often you two just happened to be in the break room at the same time, but you didn't think much of it. there's no way he's interested in you...right?

you decided to spark a conversation with him. what was the harm? the worst that could happen was he just not respond, like he does with most other people when they speak to him. you sat at the couch, and konig at the dusty table just a few feet away. you turned around and looked at him, trying to make your voice sound light and curious.1

"going to the halloween party this year?" your voice cracked in your nervousness, and you felt your cheeks redden.

Konig's eyes didn't leave his knife. he was silent for a moment, before mumbling "nein."

you couldn't hide looking disappointed at his answer. "why not? it's going to be fun. you could dress up in a mask, too. since it's Halloween and all."

konig huffed. "and why would I do that?" his accent thickened and his voice sounded hoarse, almost as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a few hours.

you got a bit nervous. why couldn't he just say he'll go? but you were persistent. you wanted him, needed him, to go to this party. you had a slutty costume picked out, and you had to go to any means to make sure he saw you in it. so you continued.

"because it'll be fun, and I think you'd look good in a costume."

konig stopped spinning his knife and looked at you through his hood. but then he snapped out of it, and went back to spinning his knife like before. "vhat kind of costume?" he asked.

you pretended to think. you knew what costume he'd look best in. but you couldn't give away that you had secretly been thinking about this for months now. after pretending to think for a moment, you said, "how about a ghostface costume?"

konig hummed. "ghostface? isn't that the guy that went around murdering women? why would you want me to dress like that?"

"well, because I like the costume. I mean, a lot of girls do. and you'd look great in it, you already wear a mask every day."

konig hummed again, staring at his knife as the edges glinted under the fluorescent lights of the break room. "ya. maybe."

he left the break room shortly after without another word. you didn't want to spook him out of the costume, so you didn't broach the question a second time. but Halloween was soon coming up, and the week dragged on as you wondered if konig would wear a costume, let alone show up to a crowded party.

...

Halloween night

You put on your costume somewhat dejectedly an hour before the Halloween party. Your friend from base was also getting ready with you, both putting on your makeup as you chatted about the upcoming party. You did your best to hide your disappointment over not having heard from konig.

You both arrived at the party fashionably late, and there were plenty of people there already. The task force was there, various soldiers, along with the other civilian office workers like yourself. You scanned the crowd, but could not find the 6' 10" Austrian giant that you had grown rather attached to. You sighed and headed over to the punch bowl, hoping to try to forget about konig and your disappointment that he didn't show.

You and your friend mingled for a while, eating desserts and sipping blood red punch that definitely had way too much alcohol in it. Some soldiers tried to flirt with you, but you just brushed it off, not being able to get konig off your mind.

Then, your phone rang. But it was an unknown caller. You hung up, not even bothering to answer it.

It rang again. And again, unknown. You decided to answer it this time.

"hello?" you said into the phone with a cautious voice.

"hallo," the raspy voice on the other end of the phone said. you instantly knew whose voice that was.

"konig? is that you? why did you block your number?" You asked as you stuck one finger in your other ear, barely able to hear Konig's voice over the music and talking.

"what's your favorite scary movie?" he asked, his voice pitched a bit deeper than normal and tinged with a suave raspiness.

you couldn't help but smile girlishly. "well, I have a lot of favorites."

"just pick one." konig replied hastily.

"well, I think my absolute favorite is Van Helsing. I really like the werewolves in it."

"hmm," he said. "well, there's no verevolfes around here, but if you want to leave the party for a bit, we could have some fun."

your heart skipped a beat and your smile grew impossibly wide. "oh yeah? and what would we do?"

"why don't you leave the party and find out?" konig replied.

without any further thought, you nearly raced out of the event hall and walked back into the bright lights of the hallway. you slowly walked down the hallway, your heels clinking on the linoleum floor and echoing off the concrete walls as you held your phone still to your ear. "konig? where are you?"

you heard breathing on the other end of the line, and a few footsteps, but nothing more. you kept slowly walking down the hallway and peeking into the open meeting rooms where the doors were open. konig finally responded.

"the task force meeting room. go in there." konig commanded.

you slowly crept into the task force meeting room, peering into the dark. "konig? are you supposed to be in here?"

your silhouette from the lights in the hallway was suddenly overcast by the silhouette of a much larger and taller one. your phone was slipped from your fingers by a large, strong hand.

"I'm right here," konig whispered. your heart skipped a beat. you knew he wasn't going to hurt you, but damn, he really knew how to make you feel hunted.

konig pocketed your phone and gently wrapped his hand around the wrist that previously held it, still suspended in the air. his other hand was by his side.

"so," he whispered hoarsely. "how was your little party?" his voice sent goosebumps down your spine, and your neck hair pricked up.

"it..." you gulped, your mouth dry. "it would've been better if you were there." you sounded weak.

"oh, well, I'm here now, aren't I?" you could hear the smirk on his face, how good he felt to have lured you here.

you nodded, your breath coming out in short, quiet huffs. you were scared, but in the best way possible.

"how about we take this back to my room, hm?" konig asked.

you nodded. "but wait. I want to see your costume." you turned around, Konig's grip loosening on your wrist so you could turn, and looked up to see him in all black with the ghostface mask on, staring down back at you. you instantly felt something get more than a little wet.

"oh, you like my costume, do you? a little rabbit had recommended it to me. does it look good?" he teased, his voice rather sexily raspy.

you blushed at him as you stared at his ghostface mask. you tried to see through to his eyes, like you could through the holes in his hood, but you couldn't with the mask he had on now. there was no seeing through to what was underneath, and it invigorated you. all you could do was nod shyly.

"tsk tsk," konig said, lifting your chin with his gloved thumb and index finger. "tell me what you think of it."

"i..." your voice was raspy and throat dry. he had called your cards exactly, and you couldn't be more embarrassed, despite being more turned on than you ever have been. "I really...really like it."

konig chuckled gently. "is that so?"

you nodded.

"want to take this back to my room?" he asked.

you nodded again, more vigorously this time.

without hesitation, konig picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. he walked with stride to his room, not ashamed in the slightest that he was just carrying you back, nor was he losing his cool when your butt peeked out from under your skirt from being held over his shoulder.

"damn, you look good yourself," konig whispered, his voice slightly quivering.

when he got to his room, konig threw you gently down onto his bed and locked the door. he climbed on top of you, a 6' 10" ghostface pinning you to the bed and staring you down. you didn't need to see his eyes to know that he was tracing every inch of your barely clothed body with them. his hands teased your skirt, slowly inching it up so that he could feel your thighs.

"what made you choose this costume." he asked.

"I thought you would like it," you admitted.

"oh, I do," konig said. "I like it very much."

without even taking your costume off, he slid easily into you after fumbling with his costume for a moment. his bed creaked and groaned under the weight of his hips thrusting up into your wet pussy. you moaned loudly, crying out as you orgasmed on his dick multiple times.

"ah, that's it," he smiled under his mask, wildly rutting into you. "just like that."

he pulled your top down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. your nipples perked up, and the sensation of your boobs jiggling from the force of his thrusts made you grip him tighter. it was so base and obscene and sexual that you couldn't help but feel equally as embarrassed as you did free.

"fuck, ahh, that's it," konig groaned through gritted teeth. Not long after, his cock pulsed inside you as he came deep inside you.

you were left a puffing, sweaty mess, just as he. your heart pounded and your breath came in wild huffs. konig lay down beside you, adjusted the mask, then said, "so, how long do you have?"

...

ahh I hope you all liked it! I haven't written smut in a while but Halloween demands it. if anyone could draw fanart of ghostface!konig I would love your forever. Happy Halloween!

just not even an hour ago, you and Konig took some edibles that you had gotten from a friend of yours.

"how about we get really high, Schatzi?" konig suggested with a purr in his deep voice. "i want to fuck you while you're high."

you couldn't help but smile girlishly. it seemed fun, so why not give it a try? you agreed. you took 10mg, just enough to get you high and feeling good but not incapacitated. konig took 30mg, because as he said, "i'm much bigger. I need more."

you were both sitting on the couch, waiting for it to kick in, and that's when you suddenly just thought of his dick in your mouth. without a word, you smiled at him and crawled between his legs. he smiled wolfishly, immediately whipping out his hard, nearly pulsing dick. the veins were especially popping on it, and it was hard and ready.

you sloppily sucked his dick, your throat taking it deeper since all your muscles were relaxed. you sucked him fervently, so much that his head tipped back against the couch. suddenly, he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. he stripped you of your clothes and easily slid into your wet, waiting pussy. your head was spinning, but his hard length inside of you while you were high felt good like never before.

his groans sounded right in your ear as he pounded into you, his balls slapping loudly against your ass as he humped you like a dog in heat. precum dripped from your pussy, coating his balls in it. your moans were sometimes garbled, drool gently leaking out of your mouth as he pounded you oh so good. you even squirted on his dick, but you didn't realize it. all it did was feed his ego and encourage him to fuck you harder.

he held your legs up and open behind your knees, some of his sweat dripping on your boobs from the intense exercise he was getting. the tops of his thighs slapped against the bottom of yours, and your wet pussy was loud. you blushed.

"heh, that pussy nice and wet for me, just how i like it."

with a grunt, he came inside you, his dick pulsing within your walls. you moaned, loving the feeling of being full of him, nice and warm and deep. he collapsed on top of you, his sweaty, large body dwarfing your smaller one.

"we need to do that again sometime," you said with a tired smile.